Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

Dark eyes, staring at her ruddy and tender lips, aftertaste her taste. On her lips, there is also the sweet smell of cupcake. It is very delicious. Rong Beilan suddenly got up and sat up, pointed to the cupcake on the table with his chin, and ordered, "bring me one."“ You have no hands? " He stared at him angrily, but when he looked at his sharp and deep eyes, he was defeated without backbone. Angrily, he grabbed a cake and stuffed it into his hand. Damn smelly man, he kissed her and dared to order her. Wait, there will always be a chance to avenge her in the future. Just, do you really have that chance? Seeing her attitude, Rong Beilan's face sank and squinted at her dangerously. Her magnetic low voice had no emotion. Su Changle, who was not angry and self powerful, shivered. "Su Changle, remember, you are the property of the palace. If you let the palace see others touch you..." a cold light crossed his black eyes, The beautiful and handsome face slowly bloomed a bloodthirsty smile. Su Changle trembled in her heart and unconsciously shrunk her neck. It was terrible. The man's aura was too strong. She suddenly regretted provoking the Buddha. Just, what do you mean, she is his possession, she is not an object, she is a person, a living person“ My Lord, I suddenly regret it. If I take back what I said before, I won't bet with you. If you look at the big world and look at the magic and martial mainland, there are not a few tianzhijiao women. They are more beautiful, smart and capable than laughing. A little girl film with no neat teeth is certainly not worthy of you. " Although this man is the best, even perfect and flawless, he is too powerful and authoritarian. In order to make him live a few more years, don't marry him. Su Changle secretly made up her mind. Yes, she must not be involved with him, and her future days will be very miserable. Rong Beilan's handsome eyebrow almost invisible picked. With a flick of his fingertip, the cupcake fell steadily on the disk. He slowly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the hand that had taken the cake gracefully, "do you think it's possible?"“ "My God," Su Changle cried and flopped, kneeling in front of him, dragging the corners of his robe with both hands, and sucking on his small nose, "what do you like, and can't you change it?" Rong Beilan pushed her away, glanced at the wrinkled robe corner pulled by her, and the sound line was cold, "when did I say I like you?" No, Su Changle blinked. "Then why don't you agree? It's said that you're not close to women. You certainly don't look at my bean sprouts, which are not even rouge and common powder. I was just on a whim before. You bet that. Who are you? Where am I qualified to be your princess?" Looking at her chattering and trying to belittle her little mouth, Rong Beilan's eyes were deep, and she thought of her taste just now. She was right. No woman had ever dared to approach him three feet. Some who tried to challenge had already been frustrated by him. This little girl was the only one. She was not only close to him, but also had physical contact with him, and could talk with him about conditions here. Looking at her bitter ha ha appearance, Rong Beilan was in a good mood. He got up, approached her with black soft boots with golden silk grain, bent over her eyes as bright as stars, "Su Changle, this palace allows you to approach this palace."